I lost an old, dear friend last night. We were the same age, but she was Mount VIew -I was Belfast. This happened too fast, even though I knew it was inevitable. I`m trying to find consolation in her last hours being pain free & her family by her side. The following is for her. I will miss you, Carol. You have fought the good fight... I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “there, she is gone!” “Gone where?” Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!” And that is dying . Henry Van Dyke
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 10:39:02 +0000
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